No More Learning
) Who's
destroying
my son's character?
Kipling - Poems
It's sickening!
Capt.
M.
When you're in command, you'll do better, young 'un.
Can'tyou
walk yet?
Grip my finger and try.
(To G.
) 'Twon't hurt his hocks, will
it?
Capt.
G.
Oh, no.
Don't let him flop, though, or he'll lick all the
blacking off your boots.
Mrs.
G.
(Within.
) Who's
destroying
my son's character?
Capt.
M.
And my Godson's.
I'm ashamed of you, Gaddy.
Punch your father
in the eye, Jack!
Don't you stand it!
Hit him again!
Capt.
G.
(Sotto voce.
) Put The Butcha down and come to the end of the
veranda.
I'd rather the Wife didn't hear--just now.
Capt.
M.
You look awf'ly serious.
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